Eyes gone cold

The older man was Juilin Sandar. He had shaggy black hair that fell into his dark eyes. A tall man of six and a half feet. He was well muscled. Many would mistake him for a young Lord or a captain. That he had plenty of gold. The younger had seen him take five men with only his staff. Juilin wore a black tunic and trousers. He didn't wear any cloaks. The younger was Will, he had no last name as he was a Ward of Redmont Castle. An orphan was brought in within weeks of his birth. He was now 16 years old and had left the castle when he was ten after begging the man to who he would be first apprenticed. Brown hair just as shaggy as his companion's fell into dark brown eyes. Will had studied under this man for two years off and on until he could take the Thief Catcher exam. A falcon was tattooed onto the inside of his right wrist. It was the mark of the Thief Catchers. If anyone didn't believe he was truly one of them all he had to do was pull off the gloves. Will wore a light brown tunic and trousers. A pair of gloves covered his hands. He wore a worn summer cloak that had dust from traveling.